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Chapter 150 Exam Preparations (2)

Arlon stepped out into the cool afternoon air, leaving the noise of the training room behind. The sky stretched above him, tinged with hues of gold as the sun began its descent.

A faint breeze rustled the treetops, carrying the distant sounds of students still training inside.

He was determined to test his abilities further—to see if his refined counterplay could hold up under more varied pressure.

PE classes were meant to provide students with the freedom to study and train as they saw fit, which meant no teachers were openly supervising them.

No one cared if someone trained indoors or outside, as long as they used their time productively.

Arlon reached a cleared, open area, the ground firm beneath his boots. Mei followed closely behind.

Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting long, shifting shadows across the ground. The setting was peaceful—but Arlon wasn't here for peace.

"I want to see if I can improve my reaction time, even when I deliberately delay my movements," Arlon said, glancing at Mei.

She crossed her arms. "Deliberate delay? Sounds risky."

"It is. But it's the best way to practice controlled defense—letting an attack come as late as possible before countering."

During Borik's lesson, Arlon had tested reacting at the last second. But what if he applied this method directly to counterplay?

They began slowly.

Mei took a stance, her magic pulsing faintly as she prepared her attacks. Arlon instructed her to use various attack patterns while he focused on guiding each strike rather than avoiding it outright.

His movements were precise. He let the attacks come—waited until the very last moment—then redirected them, ensuring they struck his least vulnerable areas.

The lesson was rigorous. Every miscalculation meant extra strain. Every well-timed deflection was a small victory.

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But this still wasn't counterplay.

"Again," Arlon said.

Mei didn't argue. She increased the pace.

This time, her attacks came in rapid succession, forcing Arlon to adjust his stance on instinct alone.

His shifts were barely visible—small weight adjustments, slight turns, minimal but efficient movements.

And then, with a final, measured motion, he parried the barrage, redirecting the force to his left forearm.

But it didn't end there.

Mei followed up with a burst of fire magic, flames rushing toward him.

Arlon reacted immediately.

Instead of dodging, he countered with a small burst of water magic.

The difference in force meant he still took some damage, but it was controlled damage. Acceptable.

Especially June.

After discovering that the Infernal Spire was a flame-type weapon, she abandoned ice magic entirely and threw herself into learning fire spells.

And since learning spells was also part of her personal exam mission, she hadn't wasted a single moment.

Orlen had probably seen through it from the start.

Across the battlefield, Alia dodged every burst of flame with effortless precision, her movements light and controlled.

Every now and then, she countered—not with spells of her own, but with her summons.

To Maria and Carmen's surprise, Alia's summons could cast magic.

Or rather, something close to it.

Some contracted spirits had inherent elemental mana, allowing them to release bursts of energy similar to magic without actually casting spells themselves.

Maria narrowed her eyes, watching carefully. "So that's how she fights..."

Carmen crossed her arms. "Spirits with elemental affinities... I didn't know they could use attacks like that."

"It makes sense," Maria murmured. "If they're tied to mana itself, then they don't need to cast magic the way we do."

The fight continued, but it was clear that June wasn't backing down.

Even though Alia was stronger and would definitely win, June's fire spells were becoming sharper and more refined—she was adapting quickly.

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Eventually, after a bit more training, the group decided to call it a day.

The sun was already dipping lower, casting a warm glow through the academy windows. Dinner time.

"Let's go eat," Zack said, stretching. "I need food before my body gives up on me."

"You say that like you actually did something today," Evan muttered.

Zack shot him a glare. "Excuse me? I provided moral support."

"By nearly getting me killed during training?" Pierre said flatly.

"That's not important," Zack huffed, waving him off. "What's important is that I'm starving. Let's go."

The group made their way out of the training hall and headed toward the cafeteria.

Unlike the previous nights, no one argued about where to eat.

Everyone was too tired to care.

Dinner passed with easy conversation, the exhaustion of the day settling in. Most of them ate quickly, their minds already shifting toward tomorrow—their final day of preparation.

Because after that, the real test would begin.